I don't want to be in bed on a Friday night, pouting because there is an empty space next to me that is yours when you over to give me sweet tender love, holding and hugging me tight.
I want to be wherever you are, as close to you as the necklace that you are.
...my heart is really hurting.
10:27 p.m. - 2012-12-21
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